What I'm wearing looks more like something you wear in the bedroom. It's pretty much see through and covers nothing.
"You're up, Aspen." The woman on the side of the stage who has been running things calls.
She puts a hand on my back and gives me a little push out on stage. I don't even make it to the spot I was told to stand on before bidding starts. My face has to be as red as their logo and I think there is no way I'm going to make enough money. One look at me and you know I have no idea what I'm doing.
The lady in charge, whose name I still don't know, says the men will eat that up. If they wanted experience, they wouldn't be spending money on a virgin.
I make it to the spot on the stage, and I finally hear the next bid. Are they really up to bidding $500,000 already? The last girl only got $160,000!
Another bid goes up, and then a man in the back stands up. I can't see anything but a shadow of the man’s figure.
"Five million dollars!" he calls out, and the room goes quiet.
My jaw drops. This man just bid five million dollars for my virginity. I only needed about one hundred grand. Anything over would allow me to go to school, but five million. Holy shit.
The man walks to the stage, and that's when I see it's Mr. Warner, my ex-boyfriend Brett's dad! Not only that, but he looks pissed.
No one says another word as he walks to the stage and the auctioneer regains his composure.
"Going once, going twice, and sold to the gentleman walking toward the stage." People in the room start whispering, including the girls behind me still waiting to go up on stage.
The moment Mr. Warner reaches the stage, he shrugs out of his jacket and hands it to me.
"Put this on, Aspen." He says in a flat tone.
As he instructed, I take his jacket and put it on, following him over to the area where he will make his payment. His jacket is warm and soft. The inside is silk and feels like butter.
Mr. Warner has spent his life building his company and is a billionaire. To him, this five million will be a drop in the bucket. But to me it means everything. Hell, his suit jacket alone probably cost more than I make in an entire year.
Once he pays, we are led to an elevator and up to the second floor to a private room. For the first time that night, we are left alone. I walk over to the couch against the wall and sit down, hoping he won't see how badly I'm shaking.
When I finally look at him, he is staring me down. His eyes are running over my body and when I glance down, it's impossible to miss how hard he is. Tonight I thought I'd lose my virginity to some unknown old man, spend a few days with him, and be on my way.
This complicates things immensely. Not to mention I have a huge crush on this man, always have. He's an older version of Brett, more mature, nicer and sexier all the way around.
"Why did you do this?" He asks when he finally speaks.
The big question I knew was coming. I look down at my lap. It was never my attention to admit how difficult things were to Mr. Warner. Under no circumstances did I ever want him to think I was angling for a handout.
"Mr. Warner I..."
He cuts me off with a bitter laugh.
"I just paid five million dollars to stick my dick in my son's ex-girlfriend. The least you can do is call me Evan."
I cringe, then clear my throat and try again.
"Evan, I'm sorry about tonight. I just didn't have another choice."
"You could have come to me, told me what was going on, and I'd have been happy to help."
"But I'm not dating Brett anymore."
"That doesn't matter. I like to think we became friends while you were with my son. Didn't we?"
I nod.
"Then at your mom's funeral..."